water in its watering

water has been through it all.

whatever humans have done 

or been through,

water was there, 

either intaking or intimately watching.

there was true embodiment in passing.

for there is a deeper truth

to pain and suffering 

then impact trauma, 

brutality expressiveness.

there is carriage of essence to beyond.

there is a whole greater 

then the unimaginable sum.

there is un-disturb-able essence, 

ever in passing,

beneath, behind, within and beyond

that which conceives 

of excruciating experience.

and water bears the truth of that ongoing.

water tells all as in and of itself.

we are not the conscious language 

of what was

but we all carry its bible from within.

water wears us more than we carry it.

water has parented us into existence.

and we established the sense of alienation

then the language of estrangement 

came forth.

fear became the mother tongue 

for all of that.

we don't speak water anymore.

sure we care and carry 

but no speak, no essence comprehended.

what royalty lives within us,

we only service 

and as in a career choice.

we only carry on and passively attend.

we are only of the earth, in that. 

in that, we don't know how 

to socially attend.

we don't get nuance essence 

as comprehendible,

just stranger-recognition in its passing,

as a stream, a river, an ocean, 

rain, snow, hail, 

or even a cloudburst smile.

what is it in water's compassion

that gives existence the sense of a collective,

that we as species-students,

do not begin to gather?

are we still only 

an intended toast

but forgot our lines of deliverance? . . .